54.Asphyxia

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just like the seed ,
I am dried up ,
I need to breathe ,
I need to live.

I hoped, I wanted
my future's all endured
drowning in my nerves
and needs get filled up
on my way I'll stitch em ,
I'll be alone fixing them.

through my veins
still breathing ,
making naive phrases
to the point where I see
my sorries don't have a seat

I am sorry, does it matter?

If u were the world,
I would be the water.

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